There are poems: the slanting sun on the city paints the corner of mourning, and the Shen Garden has no old pond platform;

This poetry is endlessly revisited, and the helplessness and lamentation of things and people are just like Yang Jing's mood of stepping into the realm of Hangzhou again.

Along the way to the south, people from the Imperial City Division continued to contact along the way, and the news was transmitted back to the imperial court early, and local officials also came out to wash the dust for Yang Jing.

Yang Jing was not in a hurry to leave, after all, he had to wait for the reaction of the imperial court, if everything was as usual and the wind was calm, he was afraid that Yang Jing would dispel the idea of going back as soon as possible, because it meant that Zhao Yun already had the intention to kill him.

And if the imperial court reacts in time, whether it is good or bad, at least Zhao Yun still hopes to have a good talk with Yang Jing.

Therefore, Yang Jing traveled south, thinking about countermeasures while accepting the reception of the local government, waiting for the response of the imperial court.

Since crossing the Huai River and arriving at the boundary of Huainan, the people of the Imperial City Division reported Yang Jing's whereabouts back to the imperial court, but until Yang Jing was about to arrive in Hangzhou, the imperial court did not have any official documents, and Yang Jing stayed in Taihu Lake for two days.

If there is still no news, Yang Jingke will have to consider whether to return the same way, and join Zong Yun's righteous army.

There is a proverb in the West that says that no news is good news.

But when it came to Yang Jing, there was no news from the imperial court for a long time, which could only show that Zhao Yun really wanted to give up Yang Jing, or he was still thinking about it and hesitating, and he didn't know how to deal with Yang Jing's problem, so he delayed.

Anyway, Countess Ashley and the other women were not able to enjoy the mountains and rivers properly, so they simply let go of their minds and played happily around Taihu Lake for two days.

Yang Jing also had some plans for this trip in his heart, so he no longer stayed in the cabin, but followed these daughters' families to go ashore to play, taste food, buy local products, etc., and he was also very happy and unforgettable.

At night, there is no need to enter the city, just on the boat, boating on Taihu Lake, the painting boat of the night tour of Taihu Lake, there is the music of silk and bamboo orchestra, or graceful or clear or faint singing, the lanterns on the painting boat are bright, and the lotus fragrance and moonlight are accompanied by the clear shadow of the beauty, and the lake is reflected beautifully.

Countess Ashley was very interested in the culture and art of China, and Yang Jing simply asked Li Yu and others to stop a painting boat passing by and charter it all.

Everyone moved to the painting boat, the boat lady geisha, the singer and the dancer, all kinds of delicacies, the elixir and jade liquid, and also diffused to be more comfortable, even the cold as an iceberg in Pingsuri Jijin, all of them also showed a rare smile.

On a whim, Yang Jing discussed with many musicians for a while, and when he saw that everyone was quiet, he sat down, gently leaned on Ji Jin's body, took the order chip, knocked on the red tooth board, and sang softly.

"Wolf Tooth Moon, Yiren is haggard, I raised my glass and drank all the wind and snow, who overturned the cabinet of the previous life, and caused the dust to be right and wrong. ”

"Fate words, several reincarnations; you lock your eyebrows, you can't call back your red face; even if the history has turned to ashes, I can't extinguish my love..."

"Prosperity is like three thousand flowing waters, I only take a scoop of love to understand, only love the butterfly you incarnate..."

"You are like snow and parting, who I touched by burning incense, inviting Mingyue to make memories bright, love is perfect in the moonlight..."

"You are like snow and tears, I am waiting for the old man, the drunken years of red dust, I will engrave the monument of eternal love for you with no regrets..."

Yang Jing was also infected by the atmosphere, and he completely let go of his worries in his heart, it was rare to have such an opportunity, he could not plan, he could have no scruples.

Looking at Ji Jin, Lu Baiyu, Feng Ruochen and others, Yang Jing suddenly felt that it was okay if Zhao Yun didn't have any response, anyway, with his current martial arts realm, plus Feng Ruochen and more than a dozen other people, even Zhao Yun sent Hu Mingqiao and Nei and others over, and they couldn't kill Yang Jing.

Unless the imperial court sends an army for a Yang Jing, but if an army comes to besiege and kill, it is impossible for Lin Jue's people not to know, and it is impossible to kill Yang Jing.

At that moment, Yang Jing was also a little disheartened, as if he had suddenly seen everything.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could put these aside and live a leisurely life with Ji Jin, Feng Ruochen and others?

So, he hummed a song, and when Countess Ashley sang boldly, her different foreign singing voice and style even made everyone feel high, and even Ji Jin was happy.

Yang Jingxin said that they can even accept Countess Ashley's, sing some modern songs by themselves, and they are also Chinese-style, which should be good.

Xu was his own white hair, and maybe Yang Jing aroused the love and pity in his heart, and he chose "Hair Like Snow".

Yang Jing's timbre is not very clear, and his singing skills are so-so, and he can't even remember the lyrics completely.

But when he hummed the song to the musicians, they were all surprised, these musicians are professionals, and they have an excellent memory, and they can accompany Yang Jing after listening to it once.

Of course, Chinese folk music, especially ancient music, is the Gongshang Jiaoyu emblem, and Chinese-style songs, in order to restore that taste, usually write fifth-order tones.

Compared to the music of ancient times, the modern Chinese style is naturally much simpler, and the musicians quickly accompaniment it like a cloud.

Yang Jing sang casually, humming and pulling over when he couldn't remember the lyrics, or vaguely, as if he had a drunken dream.

And the lyrics are intoxicating, the words are long and short, not words, nor poems, but the rhyme is okay, although Yang Jing did not remember it completely, but he hummed repeatedly, and everyone finally pieced together the complete lyrics.

Looking at Yang Jing's hair like snow, watching him sit on his stomach, carrying a wine jug, and leaning his back against Ji Jin, everyone was a little indifferent, and then felt sad, and then felt worthless for Yang Jing.

Although Yang Jing closed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying this moment, Feng Ruochen and the others could feel his loneliness.

It's not that they can't accompany Yang Jing, this loneliness doesn't come from them, but from the court, he wants to fight for this world, but he doesn't get the recognition and trust he deserves.

Yang Jing, who has been rational for too long, finally got drunk this night.

In the past two or three years, except for injuries and coma, he has hardly completely emptied his mind and slept well.

He is not a literati, and he doesn't remember many ancient poems, although he also wants to get drunk and lie on the knees of beautiful women, wake up to the power of the world, and live a romantic life with poems and songs.

It's a pity that he knows that he is not this material, he originally just wanted to continue to do his old business, if he can always be a county government pusher, it is actually a good choice.

But not only when did it start, but he could no longer ignore the sense of responsibility in his heart, the sense of responsibility for this world, the sense of responsibility for this era, and the sense of responsibility for the Chinese nation!

This sense of responsibility made him unable to live a small life, and made him tense his nerves day and night, guarding against other people's calculations and assassinations, and living a life where his life hung by a thread.

And tonight's drunkenness made him feel extremely happy, as if he had finally let go of everything and temporarily returned to the old days, not thinking much, not even wanting to, just feeling this intoxicating night with his heart.

He knew that someone slept next to him, and had a wonderful night, but he couldn't remember who she was.

Even in his dream, he was still thinking, maybe Zhao Yun's people didn't come to him, it was not a good thing, he finally didn't need to be so tired, and he didn't need to be understood, and he could be happy with revenge, just like Zong Yun.

Since he cares about this world and these Han people, he should rely on his own strength to protect them, and for the continuation of this nation, it is better to shed his blood than to travel among those deceitful courtiers and listen carefully to the admonitions of His Majesty the Emperor, this is definitely not the life he wants!

It's just that no matter how beautiful the dream is, after all, there is a time of dawn, the river breeze outside the porthole is gusting, blowing a cabin of lotus incense, Yang Jing woke up comfortably, and found Ji Jin sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him silently.

Yang Jing's head was a little groggy, and she smiled at Ji Jin, she didn't say anything, just brought mouthwash, rinsed Yang Jing's mouth, and then brought hot sobering tea.

Yang Jing was also thirsty, drank it all, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to Ji Jin: "Thank you." ”

Ji Jin silently packed up her things again, turned around and was about to leave, Yang Jing took her hand, pulled her back gently, let her sit on her lap, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "Sit with me for a while, just for a while." ”

Ji Jin didn't resist this time, but was silent for a long time before he asked Yang Jing: "Isn't it good to have such a day?"

Yang Jing couldn't answer for a while, and said after a long time: "Okay, it's just..."

Ji Jin stood up, turned to look at Yang Jing, as if he had already expected Yang Jing's answer, and before leaving, he just left a sentence: "Whatever you want." ”

Yang Jing was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but be full of gratitude, he knew that Ji Jin often killed people indiscriminately, but he couldn't talk nonsense, which can be interpreted as Yang Jing choosing the life he wants, or it can be interpreted as his willingness to follow Yang Jing, or perhaps, both.

Yang Jing was reminiscing, but Lin Jue said outside: "Sir, there is a person... There's someone you need to meet in person..."

Yang Jing frowned, but his heart was mixed, no wonder Ji Jin would ask himself, it turned out that the court was finally here!

And this person should be a high authority in the imperial court, otherwise Lin Jue would not be afraid of this person's reputation.

Yang Jing thought about it, and then said to Lin Jue: "I know, I'll change my clothes and go out, so I'll entertain you." ”

Lin Jue came out in response, and Yang Jing hurriedly got up, but he felt that his waist and eyes were sore, and his hands and feet were a little weak, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Thinking back to the absurdity of last night, Yang Jing couldn't help but have an endless aftertaste, in a daze, only to feel that he had been in a wonderful feeling, as if he hadn't rested all night, but he couldn't remember who spent the night in his cabin.

His internal strength is profound, but his body bones are a lot thinner, and he is addicted to charm after getting drunk, what kind of fart can he use with his internal strength, and the most taboo thing for people who practice internal strength is not women.

Yang Jing didn't have time to think about it, and after getting dressed, he walked out of the cabin.

At this time, the morning light was projected from the porthole, and the messy bed, pillows and quilts, and even the sheets, there were a lot of hairs, long and short, thick and thin, and there were many long golden and fiery red hairs, which looked very crystal clear under the sunlight...

Maybe only the boat lady who cleaned up the bed would snicker at how embarrassing Yang Jing and those girls were.

As for Yang Jing, maybe he just has a vague memory, or maybe a blind man eats dumplings, but he just got cheap and pretended to be stupid.

He shook his spirits, took a turn of internal strength, and the whole person came to life, and then he walked to the deck.

It's just that what surprised him a little was that it wasn't just one person, but a group!